Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.